Sometimes..The wind will grant you..The chance to speak your wish..But be careful what you ask..For some things…Burn the heart..More so…Than the desire to hold what you could never have..
So, what would I be? well as a poet by day I suppose my alter ego would be my past, someone who didn’t share any thoughts and had a negative view towards life. Hateful of a great many many things and always on the defensive, long story short it was the only way I could survive. As the saying goes, we all have skeletons in our closets right?